Isn’t it funny how time can seem to pass at such varied speeds? The weekends zip by in a blink while weekdays pass much more slowly. Today I’m willing to put money on the fact that winter is three times as long as any other season. (Yeah, I know that isn’t true, but as I look out the window and see everything coated in ice it sure feels true.) And, of course, there are many times when diabetes certainly makes time crawl. Like when? Well, I’m glad you asked.
Pre-bolusing! I try to dose my insulin about 20 minutes before I eat. And oh my gosh, those 20 minutes take FOREVER to pass.
Coming down from a high! Ugh, high blood sugars. Sleepy, achy, thirsty, syrupy. sluggish torture. Even the fastest of our fast acting insulin can’t provide relief quickly enough. And the whole time I’m trying to talk myself out of rage-bolusing, which will only result in a ride on the glucocoaster. And I hate rollercoasters of any kind!
Starting a new sensor! It takes two hours after inserting a new sensor before you can enter the first calibration to get it up and running. In those two hours it’s important to keep blood sugars as stable as possible. Which is actually kind of laughable, because, you know, diabetes doesn’t really play that way. Suddenly very hungry? Sorry, wait two hours. Feel yourself dropping low (which, ironically, you probably would’ve caught sooner if your sensor was running)? Well, you have to treat, but now you’d better wait even longer before putting in that first sensor calibration. Oh the things that happen in those two interminable hours.
Coming up from a low! Or, more fairly, coming up from a nasty low. You know the ones? Shaky, sweaty, confused, feeling like you are going to keel over any minute. I really despise those lows, and they usually seem to drag on forever!
Are you with me on this? What other instances have I missed when diabetes makes time absolutely crawl?